depressing

Spent the morning at my older brother’s house. His 5yr old son was there, who I haven’t seen in a year or two. My brother’s ex is finally starting to let him see his son again which is good buuut man, it was depressing when it was time for him to go back to his mom’s. It reminded me of doing the parent swap thing every other weekend when I was a little girl. I hated it. Blehhhh.